Finally, I am back to home. Trust me; even your home looks different when you stay away from it for almost two years. That’s probably because everything in life changes…your daily routine, your food. I guess I am so used to eating tasteless food that good food causes indigestion now.

It’s been almost a month since I moved to the office here. This place is weird. Firstly, it is situated in some corner of the city, a corner which most of the people haven’t heard of. It’s a 30 km ride to the office everyday. So when you finally reach this place, you feel like you have traveled to Tamil Nadu; consider the fact that I work in Bangalore. A few more facts… to get a cup of coffee, you need to go to the fourth floor. Btw, I am on the ground. People here need the AC temperatures to as low as possible. I have no clue where these people have come from; definitely not Chennai. They don’t feel the cold at all. The security guy checks your bag everyday before you leave. Wondering if he checks for my stuff missing from the bag because there’s absolutely nothing here that one can flick. This is especially for Antya and KD – there are chairs lying all over the place. None of them occupied. This is definitely a surprise for people who have moved in from the Pune office.

People here yell on the top of their voice. The concept of telephone is obsolete here. You need to call out for a guy sitting in the other corner of the floor; all you have to do is shout ‘oraaaeei’. KD would understand this lingo better. And yeah..the conference calls…there is nothing called confidential here. I can tell you when the project guys next to me are planning for a release and who is the guy who messed things up last evening. In fact anyone on this floor will be able to tell you this.

Wonder how cultures differ so much within the same country. I guess it’s got to do more with our language and upbringing. Ever wondered, how it would have been if there was only one language spoken throughout India. I personally feel life would have been much better. Think about this, there would be no north Indian-south Indian discrimination and hence there would be less fights. We would all follow the same traditions, so no confusions there. At least I would not have had to pay 100 bucks to fill the form for a driving license (the form was in Kannada).


-AHAK